Boston. Wow. Boston. It started as a dream. Russ's actually. It has always been a dream of his to go to a Red Sox game at Fenway Park (silly baseball fanatic :]) Well, mid September my parents made his dream come true. We didn't just see a game at Fenway Park... We. Saw. Boston. It was amazing. It helped that Heavenly Father blessed us with perfect weather. And it helped that we got to leave Brecken and Taylor with Aunties and Uncles :)
I guess I'll just dive right into the pictures (I'm only posting a handful)...
The cemeteries in Boston were so neat. So old. It really made me reflect on the men who were buried there, many of them died fighting for freedom. Wow. This is in front of one of them...
And a picture of said cemetery (now if we had a really cool camera, and gone from a really cool angle, we could have gotten a really cool picture, just pretend)...
This was the Old North Church (you know..."one if by land, two if by sea") and Russ lookin' pretty cute...
In front of Paul Revere's home. Oh yes. It is...
Russ lookin' cute again. Oh yeah, and a ship...
And dinner at Ruth's Chris was worthy of a picture (imagine, again, a really cool camera :]) The food was so good here... some of us cried (really)...
What we didn't get any pictures of was the Boston Opera House. Or us seeing
Wicked at the Boston Opera House (amazing).
More sights that were just to amazing to put into words (read between the lines-I'm too lazy to go into detail)...
Some trees too unique to not climb...
Some poses too unique not to photograph (oh, dad :])...
All of us at the North Bridge...
This is the famous Walden Pond (actually it's Russ and I at Walden Pond)...
And might I say, this little cutie was an angel the whole trip?! (I had to get her little eyes peeking out)...
Ok, this next picture needs a little narration. Everyone that goes to Boston needs to meet a Jimmy. If a Jimmy is not met, the Boston experience is not complete. This is Jimmy...
We met Jimmy at the train station on the way to the Red Sox game. Now, believe it or not, Bostonians are very hospitable. Jimmy was no different. He was the epitome of a true
Boston Born and Raised. Imagine, if you will, a very raspy smoker's voice saying "Watcha
gatta do is
pak ya
cah, take the
Challie, and that'll take ya to Fenway
Pak so ya can watch the Red
Sax game. But you've gatta watch ya back, cuz if you crawss the gangs rand heeya they'll kill ya." (translation:What you've got to do is park your car, take the Charlie, and that will take you to Fenway Park so you can watch the Red Sox game. But you've got to watch your back because if you cross the gangs around here, they'll kill you). Yes. Jimmy was great. The written word does not do him justice.
And now, the grand finale, the moment of moments, the reason behind.... The Boston Red Sox Game at Fenway Park!!!...
(of course a little Red Sox merchandise is in order)...
And here we are. At the game...
That's it. I know you're probably thinking "Wait! This is an abrupt ending!" and to that I say... Yes it is.